Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 230 Do you still have any sense of shame? Po Te!

"What I just said is very clear, so... next..."

"Control your thoughts, clear your mind..."

"Legilliments!"

……

1990, Surrey.

"Hey! Big fool!"

A fat boy who looked a bit like a short-nosed elephant threatened little Harry: "Be my punching bag, understand? Otherwise, it will teach you the truth!"

While saying this, the little fat man pointed to the fist in his other hand.

Seeing the fat boy approaching with a few boys following behind him, Harry ran without looking back.

However, this run was of no consequence, as he ran into a dead end.

"I warned you, freak!" The fat man rubbed his hands maliciously, "You running away like this will only make me angrier... Are you ready? I'm going to beat your face hard!"

After the threat, the fat boy flew forward and pounced on little Harry together with several students behind him.

However, a strange thing happened. Little Harry suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The group of people who had come up empty-handed looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one knew what was going on.

"Where are the people?!" the little fat man asked in horror.

"I don't know..." A skinny guy nearby said in astonishment. He obviously didn't react to what was happening.

"over there!"

Another person pointed to a distant roof and said, "That guy is over there! How on earth did he get up there?"

1887. Train.

"My dad told me that there's a Muggle-born coming to school this time?"

Young Cassandra pushed open the door of the train compartment. Although the little girl was not very old, her long straight light golden hair made her look like a little adult.

"It's in this cubicle, right?"

"Hello..."

Little Harry stood up subconsciously and greeted Cassandra timidly.

"Oh, it's you, the...boy with the glasses."

There was no discrimination or contempt in Cassandra's eyes, but the manner in which she spoke was condescending, which made people feel uncomfortable.

But in this box, Gareth Weasley was the only one who was unhappy. Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with the girl's attitude. He even thought it was quite good.

Compared to Dudley, it is as warm as a spring breeze.

"From the looks of you, you won't be sorted into Slytherin, will you?" Cassandra frowned and looked at Harry. "I think you're more suitable for Hufflepuff, or maybe Gryffindor... but you don't belong in Slytherin."

"I won't go to Slytherin, my dear lady." Little Harry said quickly.

"Humph."

Gareth snorted coldly to show his presence.

Cassandra turned her head and glanced at Gareth who was snorting.

"Let me guess, red hair, expressionless face - you must be Weasley... My father said that you don't seem to care much about the concept of pure blood."

Gareth didn't dare to say anything. After all, Cassandra didn't say anything excessive.

Although his aunt was the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, the father of the young Miss Malfoy in front of him was someone whom even the headmaster, Mr. Black, dared not offend.

"He could be your friend, Muggle-born boy."

Cassandra's tone was uncomfortable, as if she was giving an order rather than making an evaluation.

"Okay, I understand, my dear lady." Harry replied obediently.

……

Malfoy Manor, 1888.

"Is this your preparation? Pote?"

Cassandra looked down at Harry, who was lying on the ground, with a hint of anger in her eyes. "Stand up, Pott - I won't allow you to escape!"

"I, I really can't beat you, Miss Malfoy..." Harry panted. He really couldn't withstand Cassandra's spell.

"stand up!"

Cassandra yelled, "I told you to stand up!"

Harry had no choice but to stand up from the bottom of his heart. After all, the other party was his employer and also controlled his scholarship...

As long as Miss Malfoy goes home and says something bad about him to Mr. Malfoy, he will lose his scholarship at school...

Without a scholarship, let alone buying books, even where to go during the holidays would become a big problem.

"Depulso (Retreat three feet from the enemy)!"

The red light on Cassandra's staff flashed, and Harry flew out again, landing heavily on the ground.

"Leviosa (levitate)!"

"Why don't you get out of the way!" She stood beside Harry who was floating in the air with an unfriendly look on her face.

"You didn't say you could get out of the way..."

Harry said timidly, still remembering Miss Malfoy's previous request - to make him a sandbag.

"Before, um, before, when cousin Dudley asked me to be a sandbag, he never allowed me to get out of the way...but I always ran very fast, so he got very angry..."

Cassandra paused.

"I allow you to dodge, Pot." She turned around, and her expression could not be seen clearly: "You must dodge, and you must fight back - if you just need a sandbag that won't fight back, I can go buy a few training dummies instead of practicing spells with you here, understand?"

"Oh, I see, Miss Malfoy," Harry nodded.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but was still thinking...it seems that this Miss Malfoy is not a bad person.

At least unlike Cousin Dudley, she had no intention of taking pleasure in his pain.

……

Hogwarts, 1889.

"Expelliarmus!"

Cassandra's wand spun out and landed in Harry's hand.

"Good job, Pot."

Cassandra was not angry, but looked satisfied.

"Thank you for your guidance, Miss Malfoy."

Harry stepped forward and handed Cassandra the wand.

Cassandra took the wand from Harry, narrowed her eyes slightly, and then said: "It would be better if you could cherish your talent... You always go out with that Hufflepuff Sweeting recently, right?"

Harry felt inexplicably guilty after hearing Cassandra's words.

"How do you know?" He didn't know what he was feeling guilty about, but he just felt guilty as if he had been caught.

That kind of guilty feeling is not the kind you get when you are caught slacking off by the teacher. It's very strange, very strange...

"I just know it." Cassandra curled her lips, her eyes revealing disappointment. "You have a talent that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but you waste it on interacting with some small animals... To be honest, Pot, I feel sorry for you..."

"Then I won't go anymore." Harry said quickly. He was really afraid to see Cassandra's eyes like that.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment, then said, "You can still go to the Forbidden Forest when the time is right, but... go with me next time. The Forbidden Forest is very dangerous. You should know that there are many poachers there."

"Yes, Miss Malfoy," Harry said with a nod.

...1890, Malfoy Manor.

"You did a great job, Pot."

Cassandra shook her long hair and looked at Harry in front of her with satisfaction.

"Ha ha……"

Harry grinned foolishly, feeling very happy about being praised by Cassandra.

"My father asked me to tell you," Cassandra ignored Harry's silly smile and said in a businesslike manner, "There is a dinner party at the Ministry of Magic tonight, and he wants you to attend with him."

"Okay, okay..." Harry swallowed, he was a little nervous.

Attending a Ministry of Magic dinner, what is this...

"I've asked my family to prepare a dress for you," Cassandra looked at Harry and said, "Although you are still a minor, you still need to wear formal clothes to attend important occasions. Okay... go to the room and try it on. Kirby is already waiting for you."

……

On the train, 1891.

"I heard from my father that a new student will be joining Hogwarts this semester."

Cassandra was sitting on the train, casually stirring the cup with a small silver spoon. The spoon hit the wall of the cup, making a pleasant tinkling sound.

Harry asked unconsciously as he looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Of course." Cassandra picked up the coffee cup in her hand and took a sip. After she swallowed the coffee, she spoke again, "It is said that she is from the Austro-Hungarian Empire. God knows why she came to Hogwarts to study... Could it be that Durmstrang cannot satisfy this person?"

Austro-Hungarian Empire?

Harry immediately thought of the female official he had met in the Austro-Hungarian Empire before. Her last name seemed to be Grindelwald. She was quite pretty...

I wonder what’s become of her, he thought.

Of course he knew that the female official was just an ordinary Muggle and could not possibly become a wizard enrolled in Hogwarts, but he still couldn't help but think how great it would be if she was the one who joined the class.

However, what he didn't expect was that the transfer student did not show up.

Just when he was disappointed and thought that the transfer student would not come, the door was banged open.

Standing at the door were Professor Figo and...

is her? !
Harry just felt a surge of delight.

The girl named Grindelwald also seemed to be looking for something. After meeting Harry's gaze, she gave him a sweet smile.

Headmaster Black was very unhappy, but still let Professor Weasley sort her into a house.

"Slytherin!"

With a loud shout from the Sorting Hat, Miss Grindelwald did not walk towards the Slytherin seat, but walked to Harry's seat and sat next to him.

"Hello," she smiled sweetly and introduced herself in English with a strong German accent: "I am Veratea Grindelwald, from the Austro-Hungarian Empire... We have met before. Thank you again for your help. You can call me Vivi."

The pumpkin juice spurted out of Harry's mouth and he put down the cup in a hurry. Vivi also took out a handkerchief to help him wipe it.

He always felt a chill at the back of his head, and turned around subconsciously, only to see Cassandra looking at him with extreme disgust.

Oh no! His heart skipped a beat.

……

1993, UK.

The scenes changed quickly, from Harry finding Cassandra's treasure trove, to Merlin's ruins one by one, and finally he found Cassandra's hiding place.

Sorting into houses, enrolling in schools, joining duel huts...

And then... it was the Christmas holidays, from Hogwarts all the way to the Black old house.

Harry lay on the bed, thinking about things boredly.

However, after an unknown amount of time, a rustling sound suddenly came from the side.

At the same time, I suddenly felt like someone was lying next to me.

He turned his head and looked in the moonlight.

It was Vivi, lying on her side on the bed, looking at him with a faint smile.

"Vivi?" Harry asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Why, I can't come?" Vivi asked with a smile.

"Of course." Harry didn't know what he was happy about, but he was happy anyway, "I was just thinking about you, and I didn't expect you to come..."

"Yeah." Vivi looked at him with a smile, but it looked like something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked with concern. He always felt that something was wrong with Vivi.

"Nothing." Vivi bit her lip, but reached out and lifted her long golden hair.

The hair flew and fell on Harry's face.

A refreshing fragrance lingered at his nose, and he couldn't help but take two greedy sniffs.

"Does it smell good?" When Vivi faced him, there was always an extremely gentle smile on her face.

"Of course..." Harry swallowed. He felt as if there was a Niffler in his heart, beating violently.

"That……"

Weiwei reached out and unbuttoned the top button of his collar.

Her slender fingers rested on his collarbone, drawing gentle circles.

At the same time, she leaned down, and the two of them were close to each other, so close that Harry could even feel the fragrant hot air coming out of Vivi's nose.

"How about this?" Weiwei asked with a faint smile.

"Uh..." Harry felt his brain freeze up -

who am I?
where am I?
What should I do?
Suddenly, he felt something sweet in his mouth, and something soft stuck to his lips.

At the same time, a soft and delicate body collapsed in his arms.

Harry was offline for a long time before he realized that it was Vivi who kissed him.

Not willing to be outdone, he immediately fought back. How could he let Weiwei gain the upper hand?

However, just as he stretched out his hand, he heard someone saying something beside him.

"Feels sweet?"

A familiar voice sounded beside my ears, and that voice seemed to be trying its best to suppress the boundless negative emotions.

However, when he opened his eyes, he saw Cassandra standing by the bed with a look of disgust and trash in her eyes.

At the same time, Harry instantly withdrew from his memory.

He gasped and slumped in his chair.

"This is not the part you should watch..." He looked up and said.

Cassandra gave a disdainful smile.

"Then..." She said coldly, "As a master of Legilimency, could Voldemort have seen what happened just now?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat when he heard Cassandra's words.

Yes, Voldemort is a master of Legilimency...

But he was also a little glad that they only kissed, hugged and touched each other that night, and didn't do anything else excessive.

"I can't believe it, Poter." Cassandra still looked down on him. "How could you be so depraved as to do such a thing in your godfather's house? Do you have any sense of shame?"

Harry thought about it and said seriously.

"No."

(End of this chapter)